paper and metal

at midnight the mediums mix
my window is open for the breeze
but catches the coyotes cries
and suddenly I can see them,
their metal shoulders and copper fangs
filming green in their breath
their joints gliding on nuts and bolts
blood like mercury
and me, 
folded inside
a paper house
wrapping myself 
in a tissue paper quilt
envelope walls
covered in stamps 
the bathroom tiled in graph paper
I hold my breath 
too scared something will crinkle 
and they will come
their cries flying like sparks
metal on metal
threatening
burn down the house